SWDnovel Chapter 32 Sigh, is reconciliation possible...?
Chapter 32 Sigh, is reconciliation possible...?
Seeing Zheng Tu's behavior like this.
Ximen Qing was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, cupping his hands and saying, "I'm so ashamed! It is indeed I, your humble brother. I was so busy talking that I forgot to introduce myself. Please forgive me, brother!"
Li Waichuan chimed in, "So Brother Zheng is unaware? Our Master Ximen is a top-tier figure in Qinghe County! He owns four or five herbal medicine shops, his estates stretch across the fields, and his household is filled with servants and herds of mules and horses. His influence extends even further; he has connections with even the most important figures in the imperial court..."
Zheng Tu could no longer hear what he was rambling on about.
Only those few words kept echoing in my mind: Ximen Qing, Wu Dalang, Pan Jinlian, Wu Song...
The familiar story from my past life flooded my mind like a tidal wave.
Looking at Ximen Qing's handsome, smiling face, and then thinking about what Li Waizhuan had just said about "Wu Song's complaint," he felt a strange and indescribable feeling.
It turns out that I was completely confused and ended up becoming sworn brothers with "Master Ximen" in this ill-fated relationship!
This...this is...
Seeing Zheng Tu's fluctuating expression, Ximen Qing assumed he was intimidated by his reputation and raised his cup, laughing, "Brother Zheng, there's no need for this. Now that we've become sworn brothers, let's not concern ourselves with such worldly honors. Come, let's drink!"
Zheng Tu forced a smile and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a commotion of footsteps coming from downstairs at the restaurant.
A deep, powerful male voice boomed from downstairs like a muffled thunderclap: "Is that scoundrel Ximen Qing here?"
The bartender replied, "Master Ximen is currently drinking with an acquaintance in a private room upstairs facing the street..."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Tu felt a chill run down his spine!
This internal strife has begun!
Without a second thought, he jumped up, grabbed Ximen Qing's wrist, and cried out, "Brother! There's no time to explain! Quickly, jump out the window with me and escape for your lives!!!"
Ximen Qing's handsome face was full of doubt. He assumed Zheng Tu was drunk and joking with him, and laughed, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? Why are you like this..."
Before the words were even finished, the person had already moved!
"Ta-da!"
Three heavy footsteps, as fast as thunder, echoed down the stairs!
The newcomer moved with incredible speed!
"Bang—!"
The two wooden doors of the side room were kicked to pieces, sending wood chips flying everywhere!
A burly man stood in front of the door.
He was eight feet tall, with a robust and imposing physique, wearing a black silk robe and a multicolored sash.
A poem says:
His body was imposing, his appearance dignified. His eyes shone like cold stars, his eyebrows were thick and dark as if painted with lacquer. His chest was broad, exuding an aura that could not withstand ten thousand men; his words were lofty, revealing a soaring ambition. He was bold and courageous, like a lion descending from the clouds; his bones were strong and his muscles powerful, like a mythical beast shaking the earth. He was like a demon lord descended from heaven, truly a god among men.
If he wasn't Wu Song, the tiger-slaying hero of Jingyang Ridge, then who was he?!
Wu Song's eyes were like those of a hawk, flashing with a fierce light as he swept over the three men present.
Holding a gleaming dagger in his left hand and a package in his right, he shouted fiercely, "You treacherous Ximen!"
He slammed the package into Ximen Qing's face!
The package unfurled in mid-air, revealing a blood-stained human head with disheveled hair.
Ximen Qing recognized Wu Song and, upon seeing the head, was so terrified that he cried out, "Oh dear!" He took three steps back, nearly tripping.
Zheng Tu was terrified.
This killer star has truly arrived!
Still hesitating, wondering whether to stop them or leave, a sudden panic gripped him, and his hands and feet became somewhat stiff.
It's too late to say, then soon!
Seeing that Zheng Tu was tall, strong, and burly, and was sitting at the same table as Ximen Qing, Wu Song assumed that Zheng Tu was a helper invited by Ximen Qing, so he chose to attack him first.
But then he swayed, his figure as fast as lightning, like a tiger descending a mountain, and arrived in front of Zheng Tu!
Bitter! ! !
Seeing Wu Song charging at him first, Zheng Tu inwardly groaned, cursing, "Why did this jinx choose me first?"
In a moment of desperation, he kicked out and struck Wu Song's wrist, which was holding the knife.
It should be understood that the level of danger between armed combat and hand-to-hand combat is worlds apart!
But what kind of martial arts and strength did this Wu Erlang possess? He was the kind of man who could kill that glaring white-browed tiger on Jingyang Ridge with his bare hands!
With a flick of his wrist, he dodged Zheng Tu's kick, and at the same time, his right leg swept across like an iron whip, striking first despite being behind!
A solid kick landed on Zheng Tu's chest!
Zheng Tu was skilled in martial arts, and in the critical moment he turned to the side to deflect some of the force, but he still felt as if his chest had been hit by a giant hammer. With several crisp cracking sounds, he didn't know how many of his ribs were broken. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, that kick would have hit him squarely and killed him on the spot!
Li Waichuan was already terrified out of his wits and collapsed to the ground. He was just a bailiff in the county government and had never seen such a bloody scene before.
When Zheng Tu and Wu Song fought, a fierce wind blew, and countless tables, chairs, bowls, and plates were broken.
When Ximen Qing saw that Zheng Tu had actually withstood a move from Wu Song, and although he was injured, he was not immediately killed, his courage suddenly swelled.
Seeing how fierce Wu Song was, he knew he would surely die if he were to let him free his hands!
He immediately hardened his heart. He was by nature strong-willed and cunning. Since things had developed to this point, he had no choice but to continue on this path!
He shouted sharply, "Brother, hold on! Li Waizhuan! With the three of us attacking together, are we afraid we can't defeat him? We'll make this Wu Erlang pay!"
As Zheng Tu struggled to stay afloat, he couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself: "How could the three of us possibly defeat such a ruthless person?"
It's already a miracle that he managed to survive two rounds.
Quan relied on the fact that Wu Song was unaware of his true martial arts skills and dared not act rashly. He feared that if Wu Song used his full strength, he would die instantly!
Seeing that Wu Song was preoccupied with his own problems, Ximen Qing made a feint with his right hand and then threw a punch at Wu Song's head with his left.
Wu Song sneered, having already ascertained Zheng Tu's skill level; he was merely an ordinary expert!
He looks big and imposing, but he's just a pretty face with no substance!
Without hesitation, he abandoned Zheng Tu, dodged the punches and kicks, and pounced on Ximen Qing.
Ximen Qing hurriedly grabbed the wine pot on the table and threw it. Wu Song dodged it by turning his head. He was already close by, grabbed Ximen Qing's shoulder with one hand, and with one stroke, cut off Ximen Qing's head!
Blood gushed out like a spring, making Wu Song look like the King of Hell!
Li Waichuan was so frightened that he scrambled to escape through the door.
Wu Song caught up and kicked him squarely in the back. Li Waichuan screamed and crashed into the wall, his brains splattering out, killing him instantly.
Wu Song then turned around, his eyes bloodshot, already blinded by rage.
Zheng Tu endured the pain in his chest, leaned against the wall, and barely managed to assume a defensive stance. His mind raced: "This Wu Song is in a bloodthirsty frenzy; he probably can't tell friend from foe. I have no grudge against him. If I reveal my name..."
Just as I was pondering this, I suddenly heard a commotion downstairs, and someone shouted, "Quickly report to the authorities! There's been a murder upstairs!"